You tell me you’ll help You tell me not to fret You tell me my worries forget Stow them on a jet Yet you ask for my sex I don’t get

Romeo didn’t ask for nothing Solomon didn’t ask for nothing They gave freely You said you’ll do same for me

But that’s not what I see

“Its business my dear” “Its the way its done” “Be a grown up, girl” “Nothing is free”

I don’t know what we have turned into, but I know we can get back to the way life should be. Where we don’t have mugu and Maga in mind. Where quality help can go both ways without anyone taking advantage of another. I believe in love, life and the good things of life. Do you?